A few minutes later Jon pulled his pants up, having cleaned himself off as best possible--it was nowhere near the mess that a normal guy orgasming in his pants might make--and returned to the locker room. He still needed to do something about these bad wishes. "I wish I had a dick."
Zoe could think of several ways to make that wish embarrassing for Jon, and soon picked one. "Grant that by making everyone know he is changed."
Suddenly Jon's pants were down. The boys in the locker room were crowding around him and someone began to say "Poor Jon, yesterday he had a dick, but look at him now!" Jon realized that he indeed, had a dick. But that wasn't what he meant by that wish!
Jon looked around at everyone. There were guys... some of them attractive... staring at him. He screamed and covered up his vagina, just like he would have if he had been a girl and was being stared at by a half dozen guys. His feelings didn't seem to have gone away, either. His eyes ran up and down Biff's body, and he started to get horny again. This time Biff noticed him and says "Stop staring at me, loser. You know, you really are a loser, nobody else could lose a dick." Jon hated it when Biff made fun of him, especially under these circumstances; couldn't he be nicer?
